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I always wonder about people who live in an area they hate. I see it a lot living in the Boston area, and I always wonder why if you hate where you live, why do you continue living here?

From former college students who have stuck around longer than they wanted or expected to. To people complaining about the amount of snow on the ground. To which I remind people, it's winter time. If there was snow on the ground in say June (it's happened) then yes it is something to talk about. Snow in January much like low temperatures, kind of expected. Almost mandatory. Don't like the cold and snow, don't live here. Don't like the people, the city, the culture, the food, don't live here!

I get uncomfortable in my own neighborhood

Just took Byron for a walk. The fog at the beach is so think that you can't see the water from the sidewalk. Visibility is at about fourteen feet. There were people running around on the beach, eating ice cream, or fried dough. Yes the fried dough place is open for the season. Beach life rocks.


Assembled three of the large book shelves. Made a mistake on the last one. I decided to nail the backing board in before I had put all the fastnesers in. When I flipped the case over I realized one of the pins was on top of the shelf, not in it. It was to late to pull out nine nails and start over. Instead of books, I will put on of the Barbie house sets on that shelf.

I have one more book case to assemble, and I have to move one of the 15 inch wide book cases into the nook next to the window. First I have to fix the curtain rod. When I put it up I put it up crooked very crooked. Being crooked does not bother me, but the lower rod is blocking the book shelf. So I will do what I can to fix it.

Can't believe LOST is ending tonight! Glad the Red Sox game has ended, and that they won. I would have to switch back and forth between the game and LOST other wise.

Had another annoying event during my walk with Byron. A woman came toward me speaking Spanish, I don't speak a word of Spanish, and had no idea what she was saying. Someone else came out of the laundromat and told me she was saying my dog was pretty.

My response, was to say that I don't speak Spanish, and had she asked I would bring the dog over for her to pet.

The two conversed for a bit, and she turned to me, pointed at her chest and said "Spanish no English"

I said "Oh wow!" turned and walk away with Byron.

I wonder how she gets by, does she need a translator where ever she goes. It must be a lonely life when you live some place and don't speak the language.

Ranting about my neighborhood

This post is going to make a lot of people mad, so if your a fan of multiculturalism, or think I should go out of my way to 'respect' other peoples beliefs, stop reading now.


I took Byron for a walk this evening, just as the sun was starting to set. The weather was nice, I just had to wear a long sleeve shirt. It was warm enough for ice cream, and the breeze off the water was nice.

So why did I not stay down at the beach all that long?

Because of the company. My neighborhood has a large contingent of Muslims, and they don't like sharing the area with us. When I am walking down the street with Byron if I see a group walking toward me I know I will end up taking Byron into the middle of the street. I don't like to do that, I think we should just share the sidewalk, but I also don't like getting hissed at. Or scolded in a language I don't speak.


So anyway, there is a small park with benches across from the beach and band stand. Woman wearing head scarfs and heavy dress sit in small groups on the benches. As I walk along the sidewalk, the men start yelling at us, trying to make us walk elsewhere. The sidewalk is public property Byron and I can walk there as long as we want!

How much will people hate me if I suggest that moving to Massachusetts you should have at least a minor grasp of the English language. A few days ago, when I rescued my neighbors pet bird, we could not communicate that fact. I had to turn the bird around and show the woman his tail before she understood that I had rescued her pet.

I refuse to pander to your need to control the people around you. Respect the customs of the area you moved to, and learn some of the language. Or move back!

Part of me is upset with myself as well. I avoided a confrontation yes, but at the cost of my rights.